I didn’t understand why Mom wanted to stop there. She just pulled the car over into the hard sand next to that deserted road that was taking us south from the Oregon woods of my childhood to the California desert I have spent the rest of my life in. She didn’t trust Joey with the camera and Grandma insisted she wasn’t touching the new-fangled gadget, so it was up to me to snap the photo that Mom wanted to remember this moment by. But what moment?
Well, she actually sent it. She sent it to my office. I’d never given them my home address. They’d never asked, not that I care. I don’t even understand why I’m even thinking about this. I was sure I’d put them behind me. But, looking at this picture of my ‘family’, I do feel something. I’ve considered waking Nzhinga. She’s great at this sort of thing. I’m not.
#46 of 52 : HER AUNT External Photo Clues: None Imagine: The sun was bright but the air was cool as it blew in across the ocean. Her feet were bare but there was no joy from the sand squishing her toes. She recalled that feeling used to give her such joy, but that was a…
Most people thought him crazy or just dismissed him completely but my brother and I could see a glimmer of truth in old man Dalton’s eyes as he rambled. A clever man, disillusioned by the many tales he told – so much so that the lines blurred between fantasy and reality. Then again, where better to hide the truth than amongst several tall tales, protecting it from the distracted masses where only the most passionate seekers would glimpse it and take hold.
“Can I get a drink for me and my dog?” asked MP, “I’m spittin’ dirt clods I’m so dry and dusty and my dog’s tongue is so dry I can strop my razor on it.” I didn’t have much humor offered so freely to me so I chucked and said, “Sure, follow me.”